The Sleepover (Part 2 of 5)

Since we hadn’t known each other when we were kids (that time of life when sleepovers are such an important part of building friendships), we thought it sounded like a great idea to have a grownup sleepover.

With enthusiasm, we started to make plans.

We decided that we would rent all the chick-flicks our husbands never wanted to watch. We would watch movies all night. This was, after all, a sleepover. That’s what you do on a sleepover. You don’t sleep.

We would put sleeping bags on the floor and eat junk food in them. We would not think about who would vacuum the next morning.

Just like when we were kids. For sure, after this sleepover, our friendship would be even closer. That’s what sleepovers do.

We set the date, made a list of who was responsible for what, and we all headed home.

It was about 24 hours later that I realized what I had done. What on earth had I been thinking when I agreed to a sleepover? I was a grown woman. Even though these women had been my friends for four years, I wasn’t so sure this was a good idea.

I didn’t want my friends to see the same thing I saw in the mirror every morning! No makeup. Hair stuck to the side of my head. And my PJ’s – how old were they anyway?

The way I saw it, I had two options.

#1: I could contract a serious illness before the sleepover. If I was in the hospital, no one would expect me to be at the sleepover.

#2: I could buy new pajamas – maybe satin, and I could make sure I didn’t fall asleep at the sleepover. If you don’t fall asleep, your hair doesn’t stick to the sides of your head, right?